August 23 - September 22
And we both are truly servants - in our work, to our families and friends and those in need.Our home is designed to serve by being a safe place where the tired can rest, the hungry can eat, the cold can get warm the lonely can find understanding, the happy can celebrate, the scared are calmed, the despairing feel hopeful and a place where the the peaceful gather. There are white candles in every window all the time lighting the way - most all are welcome here - and I make no apologies for our conditions. No one can bear arms here, no violence, no expressions of hate - we also decided years ago that our life - our love - our home is a place of purpose and celebration and all who enter are invited to experience that with us - and in turn we are privileged with celebrating others - if our love and our home is not a celebration to someone then that energy must stay out. I love the word celebrate. :-)
Mu husband Skipp was adopted - raised Jewish - and was quite privileged in his life. By heritage/birth, he was one of 12 children, - and is Blackfoot Indian and Swedish. He and one of his older brothers were number five and six of the 12 - born during troubled times for their folks and both given up for adoption to the same Jewish family in Newton, MA. We found his biological family in 1990. His birth-Mom died six months before. His birth -Dad - a real gem as are all the other brothers and sisters. Skipp is an amazing musician, singer/songwriter, guitarist and classically trained pianist. He is a beautiful soul of good intention, kindness, loving Dad and Grand-Dad, loyal to a fault, hard working guy that I adore and love beyond expression. here he is with all of his sons - Ethan (the one who went to Japan in the Navy), Adam - his eldest and in his wedding garb - Skipp, oh so proud - Christian - his son that was taken away 30 years ago and we found five years ago and Dolan - my boy - always wears a tie. :-)
I was born of in Connecticut and grew up in Milford. My Mom is 100% Italian - and my Dad- Austrian and Irish. They had a good marriage and I learned about how a man and a woman are suppose to treat one another from watching them. I learned about being a good neighbor and friend. We always had a family member or neighborhood kid staying with us that was down on their luck. My Dad taught me how to pitch - fast soft ball. I was really good and pitched no-hitters. We were raised Catholic-Italian and followed the traditions hard and true. And the abuse I experienced from the teacher? I never brought it home - I never told. None of us did - of the four we all kept our secret. I have one sister, older, heehee - she is a nurse. We were four years apart so we were not really close as kids - but now - we are bonded tightly and the best of friends.
Our wedding was so beautiful. Right here in our yard surrounded by a circle of torches with our closest family and friends to witness and celebrate. Skipp sang some of his original songs and we sang "In My Life" together for all those who attended. We broke bread and shared wine and Skipp sang a Jewish prayer and an Indian prayer was read. My Mom read "Love is patient-love is kind" from the bible. And everyone sang "Let There Be Peace On Earth".
Two amazing songs, huh? It really was a beautiful evening and celebration of two souls who found one another and blended into each other with passion, purpose, unconditional love and servitude - and music - oh such sweet music.
Sorry for the horrible quality of these photos - I took pictures of pictures from our wedding album. There were no digital cameras back then. Oh my. I think you get the gist though, the first one is us walking out together, the middle is the breaking of the bread and the end is us singing 'In My Life' to our guests. And yes, Skipp is wearing a purple silk suit and he does have feathers braided in to his hair. I swear he does! :-) I am wearing a white silky sun dress and I have real flowers on a long clip in my hair with ribbons hanging down.
And so we prayed and sang and danced and read from the Bible and broke bread and said our vows and we laughed and we cried and we celebrated our purpose, our passion, our love, our family and friends and the wonders of nature that surrounded us. We have kept every promise - stayed true to every vow and have loved unconditionally and passionately and shared it with many - it is all much bigger than us. Love is like that. :-)
And so this week I/we build with anticipation as we remember the days before - the joy - the hope - the people - some are gone now - and new one's have been born -
and so it goes..so it goes.............